Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.